But you see falling is the last thing I want to do. Falling a sleep however is something I am very good at, we've come into the gym and I could just drop dead into a long and beautiful coma sleep. If only I could get into a comfortable position to sleep in, but I highly doubt that will be possible. Anyone who sleeps in gym knows the hardest part is finding the perfect spot. Now the requirements are:
A. Out of the way of balls
B. Not dirty
C. Preferably away from noise

If your like me you can skimp on B and C, but never skimp on A. How would you feel if you were just about to fall asleep then WHAM!!! A basket ball to the head. I head for my usual spot, great no one is there, I settle in and doze off.

I would have liked to say it was a dreamless sleep, I would be lying.

In all honesty a dreamless sleep would have been a blessing, sadly I'm not the best little Christian in the church, though I would like to think I am the least hypocritical.

So I dreamt, and my problem with dreams are they tend to change, from blissful serenity to endless suffering.

And exactly as I predicted my sweet dreams turned to horrible nightmares.
And nightmares are never pleasant and almost always haunting.